Elder Campbell awoke from his bed with a start. He was dreaming about Bishop Hart again and didn’t know how to handle it.
Ever since Bishop Hart conducted the worthiness interview with him, he’d been unable to think much of anything else. The anxious Mormon felt like his whole experience was a dream. The surreal nature of it all messed with his head and confused him.
Elder Land could hardly sit right for days. Even his companion began to notice the unusual hesitance whenever they’d mount up on bikes or sit for dinner. He thought perhaps the boy wasn’t feeling well. He had know idea his partner’s butt was still glowing red.
Meeting with President Faust shook Elder Land to his core. Not only was he confronted once again with the sexual attraction he’d been previously fought so hard to avoid, but he experienced a level of submission that he’d never even thought about.
Elder Campbell has been seeing an uptick in his social media profiles. It seems the girls, and the guys, all want to be around him more. To see more of him. In every way.
It’s all a little dizzying for this reserved guy. Lately he has been feeling off, and the word that continually comes to his mind, but one that he would never dare say, is repressed. Once the seeds of doubt are planted they often germinate, and this over sensitive guy is ready to just act on these feelings. With a a helping hand he tentatively responds to the attention.
Brother Strang had grown fond of his relationship with Brother Eyring but there was always some subtext, something never spoken out in the open, Brother Eyring wasn’t a full member of the Order, and there was the fact that others would suck and service his dick.
Brother Strang‘s mission and duty was to bring others into the community, even those who weren’t still on their mission. In the past some had been initiated by force, but in Brother Eyring he felt a deeper bond/
Elder Lund wasn’t having the easiest time with his introduction to the Order. The circumstances of his calling left him feeling powerless and aimless, desperate for anything to help him make sense of it all.
Never having had a desire for men, it was awkward and humiliating to be forced to suck the cocks of his priesthood leaders–not to mention be fucked and inseminated. Fortunately for him, Elder Lund’s companion, Elder Gardner, knew the struggles he was dealing with.
Elder Land’s skin tingled as Bishop Gibson moved around him. It was an unusual sensation, like goosebumps, but better. Something about standing next to the handsome man while he was completely naked stirred up something inside him.
Save for the temple shield he was provided, he was as naked as he was back when the handsome bishop had fucked him back in his office. This moment was different, however.
Elder Lund walked away from a meeting at the temple with President Ballard in shock. How had he come to be in this position? How is it that he had just cum from the president’s hand?
He felt an intense guilt about it, knowing that not only had he been part of a homosexual act once more, but that he really, really liked it. Maybe it was because it wasn’t his choice? Because someone else was calling the shots?
Most boys feel an intense feeling of honor and fulfillment once they’ve been initiated into the Order. The Brethren see it plainly
in the face of each of their new inductees time and time again. Though for Elder Gardner, it appeared that his joy was a bit diminished.
Bishop Angus was the first to see this following his ritual insemination of the eager missionary. Behind his eyes he could see his worry and concern. When asked about it, Gardner confessed that he was still upset about having not kept their sacred secret.
Elder Land stared up at his ceiling all night. His companion was fast asleep, long mellowed by the mundanity of their day. But Elder Land was stuck thinking about what had he’d learned.
Following his invasive meeting with President Faust–a meeting in which he was aggressively fondled and milked–the older man told him about a secret organization known simply as The Order.
Elder Gardner was focused as he tied his tie. He tried calming himself in the mirror but couldn’t stop thinking about his journey down the priesthood stretcher.
He understood that it had been a punishment for having shared the secrets of the Order, and he wanted to atone. Bishop Angus and President Ballard oversaw his atonement, but the punishment had been intensely erotic.
Elder Land sat nervously in the big, white room. He leg shook up and down as his palms got sweaty and hot.He’d only been waiting a couple minutes, but he knew any meeting he had would be a test of some kind.
Ever since he revealed the truth of his sexual attractions to his mission president, he knew that all others in leadership would press him and question him about it. He knew the right answers to those questions, but he knew they were neither true nor easy to talk about it.
Elder Lund made his way to the temple, subconsciously dragging his feet with each step. Worthiness interviews weren’t uncommon for him, but this time he knew things would be harder.
During his last interview, he confessed that somehow he got caught up in inappropriate behavior with his companion, Elder Gardner. He stressed that it was a one time thing and a big mistake. Elder Lund had never even considered being with men, not even once!
When Elder Gardner was called back to the temple, he was full of excited anticipation. He knew he was once again going to meet with President Ballard and it made his heart race.
The president and he had become very intimate, spending most of their private time together kissing and having sex. It was a sexy secret that made him unbelievably giddy.
The knock on the door was louder than he expected. Elder Gardner had been told to undress completely, shedding even his sacred garments, to put on the sacred temple robe, and crawl through a hall that narrows down to an absurdly small space.
He was told to wait at the end by a tiny door. He was to wait until he heard a knock.
Elders Garrett and Xanders walked through the temple together, neither saying a word.
The Brethren had summoned them both to meet in the holy of holies. The boys were escorted to this sacred space in the temple, and instructed to not speak, but simply present themselves and do as directed
President Ballard knew what it meant for Elder Gardner to be initiated into the Order. Not only was he opening himself up to a side of his sexuality he wouldn’t have dared to even name, he was feeling the first schisms within his head between his previous sense of morality and his burgeoning appetites.